The Static Between Us

The chipped brick felt cool against my back, a small comfort on days like these. The city hummed, a distant frequency I rarely tuned into anymore.
He'd found me here once, sketching the way the rain slicked the pavement. Said I saw beauty in places others overlooked. He’d been looking for something lost too, perhaps, that's why he noticed my quiet corner.
It wasn't a grand connection, not fireworks or sweeping gestures. It was the shared weight of unspoken things, the comfortable silence between two people who understood how easily light could fade.
Now, I just trace the lines of this building with my gaze, each window holding a story, a life unfolding separate from mine. And for a moment, the static in the air feels almost… bearable.

Editor: Lane Whisperer